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Post by Requiem on Mar 4, 2010 0:04:32 GMT -5
Stretched out along the sand, just close enough to the water's edge for the waves to lap over his hide in a few key places, the bronze basked in the warming weather. His dark hide gleamed from a recent, thorough oiling, and he looked to be nothing if not content. The dragon yawned widely, stretching his limbs so that the spray hit more of them and splashing his tail in the surf. He turned his head toward the distant figure that had just popped up above the surface. I told you it would do us some good to stay here for a little while instead of heading right back. You were right, the man responded contentedly, stretching out to float on his back and allow the waves to wash him closer to the shore. His muscles were still warm from the run that ended with the ocean and the swim afterwards. As always. And humble as ever, too.
Not long thereafter, the bronzerider stood in the pounding waves, testing their strength for a moment before wading over to sprawl against his mindmate's side. Worm poked her head up from behind Salenth's neckridge, crooning to her human but deciding that the dry dragon was a better couch than her wet mindmate. Yes. The loose pants S'rei often wore when he went on these solitary runs clung to him wetly, which was mildly uncomfortable, though not enough to disrupt his mood. He curled his toes into the sand, feeling the grains clinging to the soles of his feet and getting between his toes.
"So what do you think?" You're probably right, Salenth responded solemnly, coiling his neck around to nuzzle the man's bare chest lightly. We're missing pieces to the puzzle...that has to be why nothing's making sense. S'rei exhaled softly through his nose in frustration. He hated not knowing what was going on. How were you supposed to prepare if you couldn't even say for certainty where things stood right at this moment? "That or I'm just getting old. Thirty-nine next month." The human obssession with numbers and age is something I've never understood, Salenth commented drolly.
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Post by Ember on Mar 4, 2010 20:25:46 GMT -5
Freedom! T'san still revelled in not being confined anywhere, be it for his own good or not. He did a playful pirouette as he walked along the coastline, water lapping up against his feet and fleeing again. The brown dragon accompanying him was only slightly less happy. He would have been happier flying rather than the odd dragon-skip on the land. There was very little troubling the pair at that moment. One of the few problems was the mystery that was Fort. Neither could fathom why Fort would wipe out a whole weyr. He thought he might know the reason behind it but that didn't justify murdering so many people and dragons.
T'san bent as he walked and scooped up a handful of mud to distract himself. If he thought too long about it he started to feel guilty. He'd been at Selenitas long enough to feel like it was home but it didn't change the fact that he'd come from Fort weyr. So instead of thinking about it he chucked the mudball at Dsoleth and dashed off down the coast. The brown rumbled with amusement and chased after His. The brownrider didn't get very far before Dsoleth caught up. Despite being more nimble than the dragon he hadn't been trying overly hard and the large brown had more reach than T'san did.
Dsoleth carefully knocked His over before exhaling through his nose onto the man. "Aww gross Dso. I don't wanna get snotted!" The brown rumbled again and let His up. He won that round. When he looked a little further away he spotted company. Company was always good and he recognized the bronze lounging on the beach. Look T'sanfoolmine. There are others here. Hello Salenth, he said, the last part directed towards the bronze.
The brownrider got up and looked at what Dsoleth was. Ah, one of his ex-wingleaders. He and his brown wandered closer. "Yo, S'rei, Salenth," he said once he was in range. "Looks like your plan to ditch me has failed, for I have found you once again!" He was joking of course. He held no ill will for the Weyrleader just because he'd switched him into a different wing. It may have been a while since then but he hadn't really communicated much with the man afterwards.
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Post by Requiem on Mar 10, 2010 1:06:32 GMT -5
The pair both glanced toward the sounds of play coming from further down the beach, which carried rather far without anything to block it. Salenth nudged his rider with his tail, an amused rumble vibrating through his sides. This is where the old man grumbles something about young people and wishing he had their energy. You missed your cue. "Old men tend to react slowly, remember?" S'rei retorted, pushing at the tail. "You have to give me a chance." If you're an old man, does that make me an old dragon? "The oldest. You've got one wing in Between already." I was wondering what the chills were from. I thought it was just horrified shivers at your terrible jokes. S'rei wrinkled his nose at Salenth, turning to greet T'san with a small wave.
Dsoleth. It is good to see Yours out and about and annoying as ever, Salenth responded cheerfully to the brown. S'rei's personal contact with riders of wings outside his own wasn't very broad, but that didn't mean he didn't keep close tabs of all the things going on at Selenitas - and those injured in this last battle were of particular interest. In fact, anything to do with the last battle had S'rei's attention, from reorganizing the wings to better utilize their assets and prepare for future repercussions, to casualty and death figures, to the rebuilding and expansion of the weyr itself within the cliffs (where he planned to eventually move everyone, including weyrfolk and candidates, as soon as they had the room.)
Not bothering to straighten from his position against his dragon's side, S'rei offered T'san a wry smile, fighting the urge to throw his shirt back on. The heat helped quell that desire. It was perhaps a little strange, when so many people had scars around here, but mostly he just didn't like the questions, and a gutting like he'd gotten in his teens looked just as fatal as it actually was. (Not too many people could claim to have died before in their lifetime.) "You're a bit too late there, I'm afraid. Wingsecond." A small smile quirked at the corner of his lips. He liked T'san...a good deal, actually. If bronzes were better at working together the brownrider might have found himself on S'rei's wing instead, but they weren't and that was that. (Salenth seemed to be one of the only bronzes who could actually work with other bronzes on a consistent basis. Possibly because he was over a decade older than most of them.)
"I've officially passed you off to S'kor this time. At least you won't be under someone younger than you..." An awkward decision to make, that one had been, but E'rro had more experience despite his age. He really didn't make much of a wingleader though. Something you didn't know for sure until you tried it, and it had worked out well for Ka'rys, so he didn't regret the decision. Both S'kor and K'von this time around were being tested, though he thought they'd do well enough. Time would tell. S'kor, at least, had already done a pretty good job - despite glaring miscommunication errors - during Fort's attack. And T'san was a good second. That he knew firsthand. "Afraid you won't get much opportunity to bug me anymore," he added with a wink.
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Post by Ember on Mar 10, 2010 18:19:09 GMT -5
The brown was only slightly surprised that the Weyrleader had known about His' infirmary stay. It was supposedly the job of the Weyrleader to know such things, not to mention the brownpair had been on Salenth and S'rei's wing before so perhaps they had been concerned. Dsoleth wasn't entirely sure. He replied to Salenth with wry amusement. I am sure some would disagree with you, Salenth. Although...the Healers seemed more than happy to let him go. Is Yours stubborn when it comes to getting help, too?
T'san chuckled at the bronzerider's response. "Yes, my timing is rather off, isn't it?" He agreed amiably. "I blame the Fort dragon who tried to use my head as a kicking ball." A passing dark thought made the rider grin. Dsoleth was still annoyed by the fact that someone had injured His and he hadn't gotten the chance to pay them back. Silly beast. The brownrider plunked down not all that far from S'rei and eyed the other man for a moment. That was quite the - impressive? intimidating? - intersting scar that the older man had. His eyes begged the question silently but he didn't ask out loud.
"Ah, yes..." T'san grimaced slightly at the reminder that his most recent Wingleader had indeed been several turns his junior. He didn't have any desire to lead a wing (or really even be Wingsecond of one) but being led by a man so much younger than himself rankled a bit. The brownrider did have a small amount of pride, no matter what everyone might have thought. "Well, E'rro did his best but I can't say I liked a teen telling me what to do," he admitted with a shrug. Nevermind that he was only in his mid-twenties and not that far away from being a teen himself.
"Where there's a will, there's a way" T'san said on the topic of pestering S'rei. He was about to say more when a very wet Dsoleth, just having come out of the water after cleaning off the mud and cooling down, laid down behind him and pressed agaisnt T'san's back. "Thank you Dsoleth. You saved me a trip into the water." The brown was not pleased with the reaction. He'd been hoping for annoyance not amusement. Oh well. The brownrider turned back to S'rei and said, "I don't know how many people have mentioned this, but you really are huge you know. You seem proportionate, too." Right, because that was totally where the conversation had been headed, T'san.
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Post by Requiem on Mar 12, 2010 22:24:51 GMT -5
Well... "No more stubborn than the average man, Dsoleth," S'rei interjected lightly, slipping his thumbs into his belt loops to give his hands something to do. He tends to just stare at people until they get creeped out, actually...stare at them and will them away mentally. S'rei elbowed his mindmate good-naturedly. "Stop telling my secrets, old lizard. I can tell yours just as easy." Mine hears everything we say, Salenth explained to Dsoleth quietly, for His seemed to have switched his attention to the other half of the brownpair. Usually he keeps that secret. He's either in a good mood or...probably just in a good mood.
"At least they didn't seem to be terribly successful," S'rei responded wryly, catching the look from the younger man and choosing to ignore it. Curious kids - never stopped asking questions, any of them, even if only with their eyes. (To be fair older people likely would have just come out and asked. Age tended to be inversely related to tact after you hit your forties.) A slight smile twitched across his lips. No, he wasn't surprised at all, but E'rro had his merits. One thing S'rei had noticed, however, was that the young brownrider seemed to be rather - stagnant. In time others were likely to prove more reliable as they improved and he didn't. Of course, that was up to Ka'rys...S'rei had more or less decided that he wasn't going to interfere with the other man's wing at all. It would work better if he didn't.
Unmoving against Salenth's side, he turned his head slightly at the comment about size. Really? Huge? No, he'd never heard that before. "Seem proportionate," S'rei echoed, clearly not following. He glanced down at his arms, then returned his gaze to T'san. He was pretty sure that his limbs were of a normal length for his size. In fact, everything about S'rei's build could be classified as 'normal' for a man nearly forty who still led an active lifestyle. The man definitely didn't have muscles on muscles like the two brown riding smiths currently serving at Selenitas. Couldn't really help the height. Not that he cared, to be sure. It was what it was.
"I suppose the polite thing to do would be to say you seem proportionate, too. I notice no indications of elephantitis." A most unsual condition he'd only heard about and might well be myth, but still...to have a body part exaggeratedly larger in proportion to the rest of your body to the point that it was a definite deformity. Now that was an intriguing and somewhat disturbing concept. "It's too warm out here to protest a little dampness. The water's a good temperature," he added.
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Post by Ember on Mar 13, 2010 18:05:11 GMT -5
Dsoleth was surprised by the fact that the response came from S'rei and not Salenth. It was entirely possible that the bronze had told His what he'd asked but he'd still been expecting the reply from the dragon. He rumbled with amusement at the explanation of what S'rei did to rid himself of healers. Perhaps Mine should imitate him. Then perhaps the healers might actually leave him alone when he wants them to. The brown glanced at Salenth's at mention of being able to be heard. That wasn't just a little bit intimidating, was it? That is...interesting. I guess it would come in handy. It is good that he is in a good mood.
T'san noted the man didn't answer his unasked question. Fair enough, he supposed. He'd just respond to what was said. "Apparently Faranth thought the world would be a much darker place without my good looks and humour," he said, winking at the man. He was in quite the playful mood to be flirting with another man. He definitely identified as an equal opportunity kind of guy but he really did prefer the fairer sex. Not to mention flirting with guys in the north could have horrible consequences.
The brownrider's grin grew as S'rei seemed not to comprehend what had been underneath his words. He found it very interesting that he just took it at face value. The randomness of the comment alone might have clued the bronzerider in. Instead T'san watched as the man looked at himself before responding. The brownrider chuckled and shook his head slightly. "Can't say as I've ever heard of that but I can probably safely say I don't have it."
"Its warming up," T'san agreed. He wasn't particularily pleased about it either. The south was nicer during the colder months. Not too cold as to be super unpleasant and not so rediculously hot. "You've been here longer, do you think it'll keep getting hotter?" The typical hottest months were yet to come but the brownrider was holding out hope that the hot weather had just started early.
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Post by Requiem on Mar 14, 2010 13:46:05 GMT -5
"It does," S'rei responded to Dsoleth without so much as glancing at him. Salenth couldn't resist the amused rumble, nudging at His and telling the man privately Must you play with him, Mine? He sounds a bit off-kilter at the idea. I'm amused. Besides, that's a convenient rumor to have around. If dragons could roll eyes... His attention returned to the brown. I suppose that depends on how creepy Yours can make his stare, the bronze responded, clear amusement in his mindtone. Ciceroth's is good at it, too, but then...he probably would stab someone if it would keep them from bothering him.
"So now long-dead dragons are taking an interest in you, brownrider? Intriguing...you must have quite the skill to be so attractive to draconids that they employ their powers from the cold of Between just to keep you dancing a little while longer for their amusement. Actually, now that I think about it, that's more disturbing than intriguing," he drawled lazily. S'rei eyed the winking brownrider with no small trace of amusement. He always found it amusing when men flirted with him. The bronzerider wasn't sure what was more amusing - that a man might actually think he'd be interested in him, or that he thought it would bother him for a man to flirt with him.
"Hottest it's been this early in the season since I came back," S'rei responded easily, clicking his tongue at Worm, who slipped down into his hand. He scooped up some water and dumped it on her, earning him a hiss and a nip to his fingers, but the green was too uncomfortable to make much of a protest. He was actually rather surprised she'd elected to come with them at all. "But I seem to remember it getting much worse when I was a kid. We didn't notice it much, though - an excuse to spend most of the day playing in the river rather than doing chores or listening to boring lectures." His eyes flicked up toward T'san's, the small wrinkles at the corners standing out at the flash of a wry smile. "Will it get hotter? Oh yes...we haven't hit the real summer yet. Welcome to the tropics."
Despite turns of being up north, he was still pretty well-adapted to Selenitas...although part of that was the six turns he'd been back, as well. Heat didn't tend to bother S'rei all that much. Conversely, he hadn't dealt with cold terribly well until about halfway through his time at Benden. "As an aside, you're always welcome in my offices, T'san, if you need anything. S'kor too. We're probably going to start regular update meetings once a sevenday just to keep on top of what everyone's doing and making sure you get the supplies you need, that sort of thing." He needed to pass that along, actually, but he wanted to do so when he'd decided on a date and time, then it could just be relayed in one message.
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Post by Ember on Mar 14, 2010 17:20:10 GMT -5
Dsoleth shifted uncomfortabely as S'rei answered his statement directly. The brown knew he wasn't speaking into the man's mind but the responses made it feel that way. T'san pressed against him a little more strongly to comfort the beast before returning full attention to his Weyrleader. The brown regained his composure and said, I think Mine would end up laughing if he tried too hard to stare at someone creepily. He certainly wouldn't actually hurt someone. Ciceroth's sounded like someone His likely shouldn't meet. Unstabbed riders were better, thanks.
T'san chuckled at S'rei's words. "What can I say? I'm a talented guy." Dsoleth snorted in disbelief which only made his rider chuckle more. "The beast disagrees!" He exclaimed in a hurt tone. The brown just looked down at S'rei as if sharing a look with the man. His was just so weird. The brownrider just poked Dsoleth in the side and grinned. He was well used to the dragon's habit of making him seem like the weirdest person on Pern. Actually, if he really was the weirdest person he probably wouldn't mind the title.
The Wingsecond looked at Worm when he noticed her and he tilted his head slightly but he waited to comment until S'rei stopped speaking. He groaned slightly when he heard that the weather would only get hotter. "I like swimming well enough but I don't need to become all wrinkly from spending too much time in the water," he commented with slight amusement. "Though I can't complain too much if it means I don't have to work too much." T'san was an incredibley lazy person. An actual excuse not to do work was wonderful to him.
He rose a brow at S'rei. Invited to his office, was he? The playful mood faded just enough so that he could focus on the real meaning behind it: wing stuff. "Seems like we're getting more organized about all this. Can't say as I like the reason why we are but it was definitely needed. Next time perhaps we'll be able to kick their butts better." The brownrider grinned slightly before gesturing towards the green mandyr. "I didn't know you had one of them."
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Post by Requiem on Mar 15, 2010 0:19:58 GMT -5
S'rei was more than just a little amused by T'san. "That was when I was a kid...dragonriders don't get off work just because there's a little heat," he stated laughingly, kicking water up in the brownrider's direction. "Best you can hope for is a change in time drills are held." The bronzerider played with the wet sand between his toes, sifting for shells with them as his gaze flicked out toward the waves. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to sail on a ship, but...flying was bound to be so much better than that. Nothing like a straight flight to make you appreciate things - and put them in some perspective. Fly high enough and everything below began to lose definition and blur together. He plucked a shell from the sand, lifting his leg to take it in his hand and turn it over in his fingers.
Offering the shell to Worm, who took it and coiled around it half-heartedly, he glanced over at T'san. Her chatter had stopped. In fact, the little salamandyr hadn't spoken a word. At all. Since the death of her mate. She ate on occasion, and rarely left him anymore, even in the worst of the heat, but S'rei had seen it too many times in people. Never felt it before, no, not like this, and it made him fully realize how much his attachment to Shmee had been that...an attachment. Worm had loved Ophelie. Weird to think a creature not even the length of his finger could love another creature more than he had the mother of his daughter. They were waiting for her to die. Salenth and S'rei. And that, perhaps, was the unspoken purpose for this trip, so that just the three of them could be together without interruption.
But S'rei didn't begrudge T'san that. Some things were easier not to acknowledge.
"For three turns. She's...usually not visible." He didn't say aloud that half her time had been spent with Ka'rys's Ophelie. The name alone sent such sadness through him, and no, it didn't originate from him. Most of it didn't. "Back on Salenth?" Worm nuzzled his thumb, and he placed her on the bronze's snout, where she curled and clutched at her shell. A gift for her. How nice. Ophelie would have liked it. The sad little eyes turned toward the ocean.
Clearing his throat, he let a smile come to his lips. "I wouldn't recommend one, but you already have one, as I recall." Most would take that as they're a pain in the arse comment, but Worm had actually - was still actually - been a fairly good salamandyr. She wasn't terribly obnoxious. Liked to hitch rides on his inner thigh and used to constantly babble at him, but for the most part she was sweet. "Your brown says maybe if you knew how to make creepy faces you could scare away the healers." He cocked his head to one side. "I don't know if I should show you though. It's a very well-kept secret."
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Post by Ember on Mar 15, 2010 12:32:41 GMT -5
T'san grinned and merely said, "I'm a kid at heart." He'd found ways to escape work before. As long as it was finished in the end no one really minded, right? Of course. A change in drill times didn't bode well though. If it was to avoid the heat they'd be moved to early morning or late at night. Neither one was a particularily pleasant notion. Lazy Wingsecond is lazy. At least he had an idea of what was important and he could work well if he needed to, so he was not completely without hope.
He watched idly as S'rei gave his mandyr a shell. Maybe if he got Aliene something she'd calm down a bit. He thought about that for a bit before concluding that almost nothing would calm the green. She was only ever happy with just him alone or when F'lix's mandyr was around. A small trinket would make no difference...in fact she might even freak out at the item depending on what it was. T'san could show his affection for her in other ways.
He blinked in surprise when he heard how long Worm had been with S'rei. That was quite a while. He'd had Aliene less than a turn. He smiled wryly at S'rei. "My own little screecher. She has an unnatural obsession with one of F'lix's mandyrs." He stopped talking as he realized he could well have just continued on about his little green. T'san shrugged slightly. No need to blather on about mandyr oddities. S'rei likely knew some of them, even if each one was very different from the next.
The brownrider glanced up briefly at Dsoleth who at least had the decency not feign innocence. In the end her chuckled and returned his gaze to S'rei. He grinned almost conspiratorily and said, "I can keep a secret." Creepy stares could be far more useful than just scaring away healers. He could of course just learn it on his own, but why pass up some company? Dsoleth rumbled slightly before turning his attention to Salenth. Thanks to Yours he's determined to learn how to do a creepy stare.
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Post by Requiem on Mar 17, 2010 0:24:57 GMT -5
"One of F'lix's?" S'rei winced sympathetically. That bluerider wasn't a bad sort, in the older man's opinion, but he was a pain in the arse to get along with on the best of days, and something told him he wouldn't respond too well to being forced to keep in regular contact with a person as cheerful as T'san tended to be. (Besides which, S'rei wouldn't want to be messing with F'ur's weyrmate. He simply wouldn't...never knew what the man was capable of.)
Pushing up off Salenth's side, S'rei chuckled softly, then effected a very stern look. "Oh, I don't know, wingsecond. That sort of information is very priveleged. Can't have everyone going around with the creepy stare, or it'll lose its creepiness and then I'll have to find another way to get the healers to throw me back out of the infirmary on my arse far ahead of schedule." The bronzerider looked T'san up and down, considering him very carefully for quite some time. "Of course, I can be convinced...a little something for something, if you know what I mean," he added teasingly. Did he have anything specific in mind? Not at all. He was just...enjoying interacting with someone else without having to be fully serious. Aside from his weyrmate.
Salenth rumbled softly in amusement. I guess we're going to get a chance to find out if Yours can keep a straight face or not, aren't we? The dragon lowered his head enough that some of the spray would be misting over Worm, in an attempt to keep her comfortable; she wasn't in a mood to take care of her own needs like that, after all. Do you come out here often, then? To the beach? Salenth asked the brown curiously. I know Mine has been looking for a regular running partner; we come out here a few times a sevenday but it's not exactly steady like it would be if he has someone to come with him.
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Post by Ember on Mar 17, 2010 23:20:06 GMT -5
T'san chuckled at S'rei's wince. So he wasn't the only one to pity himself having the misfortune to be somehow linked to the man. "I have Dsoleth sit on me," he told the bronzerider. He didn't specify why he had the brown stop him from going anywhere. The man has his own green so he could figure it out on his own. The morning after Aliene's first run had been more than enough for him. He had a feeling if it repeated he'd end up losing something he'd rather keep. Of course, it hadn't always been F'lix's mandyr that Aliene let catch her. His blue wasn't the most faithful, much to his green's anger.
"That would be problematic," the brownrider agreed easily. "Or they very well could begin to mimic the creepy stare and keep us in the infirmary even longer." He tried to imagine some of the healers trying a creepy look on him and he grinned and shook his head. He would likely pretend they scared him for the first couple seconds...and then just dissolve into fits of laughter. T'san heaved a sigh in jest (the amusement in his eyes ought to be indication of that) and said mock-woefully, "Oh if only I had something to trade! Favours of the flesh are wasted on you."
Seems so, the striped brown replied, broadcasting his eagerness to see His mess up a creepy stare to the man. He got an elbow lightly in the side for his thoughts. Dsoleth was somewhat surprised by Salenth's question though that didn't come across in his reply. We go more often to the river than here. We mostly only come to the beach when we want a little more privacy. I'm sure Mine wouldn't mind coming here to join Yours. The last he let His hear as well and the brownrider poked the brown with his elbow again. "Whatcha signing me up for now, you great brute?"
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Post by Requiem on Mar 26, 2010 12:47:05 GMT -5
"The healers picking up on it, too? That's an eventuality I hadn't thought of...hm. Quite unsatisfactory. Then we'll start an epidemic of creepy looks, and no one will want to go to the infirmary anymore. People will have to treat their own scratches, scrapes, bruises, colds and stomach viruses. The horror." He smiled wryly at T'san, then laughed outright at the man's 'offer,' far more amused than he probably should have been. "I'm getting some a little too regular to turn to male company - even such choice male company as yourself," he managed, after reining in the laughter. No, he'd rather brave the testiness of his extremely pregnant weyrmate at the moment, thank you much. His choice of sexuality aside, it simply wasn't comfortable for him. The runner rumors were of course an exaggeration, but...there was such a thing as too tight, most definitely.
"Let me see...what could I use a young brownrider for? There are rumors that bathing in the blood of youths preserves your own," he commented slowly, eyeing T'san, but the small smile probably kept it from being as scary as he would have liked. A small triumphant gleam entered his eyes at Dsoleth's response. "Ah, that would be ample payment, I believe. I need a running partner to help push me. That, I think, is cheap in exchange for the patented get out of the infirmary free creepy look, don't you agree?"
I would enjoy your company as well, Dsoleth, Salenth commented seriously. Kierjaarth is an experienced and capable bronze, but rare is it that I find one who isn't tiresome after extended exposure. If any of the other bronzes were of a more...tolerant...disposition, I would prefer a brown as my second. You served me quite well. I would be remiss if I said that I didn't miss your company. S'rei glanced sidelong at Salenth. Being rather formal wasn't he? The bronze ignored the look.
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Post by Ember on Mar 27, 2010 14:49:28 GMT -5
The brownrider grinned back. That would be a moment to go down in history. The Creepy Look Epidemic. Hah! If it weren't for the fact that he had seen his fair share of creepy looks at Fort he'd say that they could use it against them. T'san chuckled in response to S'rei's laugh. It was impossible not to be amused. Real laughter had always been contagious for T'san. He raised a brow at what S'rei said and replied, "Well aren't you the smooth talker." Flirting with bronzeriders never got him anywhere but it sure as hell was hilarious to see their reaction.
T'san tsked and shook his head. "I think its a bit too late for you to try using a youngster's blood. I'm not sure you have any youth to preserve." The man grinned, taking out most of the insult his words might have had. He wasn't sure how old the Weyrleader was but he knew he wasn't young. He blinked owlishly at the proposed trade. A running partner? Now that was an interesting concept. He hadn't had one for a while. Normally he was the one who needed the encouragement. Running certainly wouldn't hurt him either. "Yes, quite a bargain for me since arguabley they both benefit me."
Dsoleth's tail flicked at Salenth's words. It made the brown quite happy to hear that his company would be so welcome. He crooned slightly. It is regretable that not all bronzes are as willing to work with other bronzes. He was a friendly dragon and quite willing to spend time with anyone. It was rare that he ran into a dragon he did not want to be around. I must admit I missed being on your wing. I wouldn't mind keeping you company while ours run.
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Mar 31, 2010 0:45:21 GMT -5
The flash of a smile that was just genuine - and roguish - enough to hint at what the man might have been like a good fifteen turns ago, the bronzerider shrugged mildly. "Lots of practice," he commented nonchalantly. Followed by a snort. "Not even going to leave an old man to his delusions? How cruel of you. I haven't quite got one foot in the grave just yet. Give me a few turns." Yes, he was definitely stealing T'san as a running partner. He needed someone he could be lighter around, someone who didn't go all stiff on him because of his position or, conversely, disrespect him entirely. He preferred to keep things loose, it was true, but there still had to at least be a personal level or respect as far as common courtesy was concerned, if not a professional one.
"Good then. It's settled," he responded, with a note of cheerfulness. "Just don't run the old geezer into the ground, okay?" A bit self-deprecating there, considering S'rei was in decidedly good shape. He had something of a runner's build, though there was definitely enough muscle to make lean somewhat inaccurate. But if you didn't take care of your body everything else rotted, including your mind and your ability to handle things emotionally. One thing S'rei always tried to do was make sure he was calm. His anger was...explosive and very dangerous if out of control. Most of the time he managed a controlled burn. It was a risk anytime he allowed himself to express his anger, though, which he was keenly aware of.
"Are you ready? Gotten your face stretched out?" he asked T'san, with a small grin.
Clash of the egos, Salenth commented drolly, sounding very much like his rider often did at that moment. To be honest, I'd have trouble, too, but most bronzes listen to me because I'm older than dirt. He crooned his pleasure that Dsoleth had enjoyed being on his wing, glad that at least some of the effort to make the other dragons feel welcome had paid off. I know some nice sunning rocks not far from here.
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